Ìrònú Tápà

The stars are falling to my feet and I am still asleep.

The morning is rising to the moon and I can’t be awake.

I’m fighting with the ease that bounds me to comfort,

And it is absolutely inconvenient.

It leaves me asking, will I make it?

Will I not?

Will I bake in my strides?

Will I burn?

Tápà, Yé Rònú
what is not known now hides in the shadows of a future

How can I please you all?

Sangó.  The god my father once served.

Ifá.  The Oracle that always favoured his Orişá: my mother.

Sòpòná.  The god his servants taught me of, and forced me to forever reverence.

Orunmilá.  The deity who gave knowledge. And deprived no one else of it.

How can I please you all? And not offend Orì: my own soul.

My path has now strayed from yours…

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one minute, they…

one minute, they are here with us. the ones we call our dear friends. by them our smiles are brought to life. by us their lives are brightened in style.one minute beeslens.com


the next minute, they aren’t with us any more. so the joys that once bound our souls, have subtly become the chord that binds us to their thoughts.one minute beelens.com


 

friendship, and agony are no strangers to the heart. one fills it with plenty of spark; the other leaves it without a spine. one adds value, to the love we share. the other adds volume, to the chaos we bear. 

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when friends leave us for now; or forever, memories fill the void their absence left. 

The meat and the eatery. The myth and the mystery.

The morning came, after a night spent wrapped around each other’s warm arms. Unaware of ongoing proceedings as day broke, he stayed yet asleep; in the same bed which played host to the many before him.

Her tiptoeing did little to make sure he stayed in, still sleeping like a child, rocked to sleep by the caring hands of a loving mother, the Continue reading The meat and the eatery. The myth and the mystery.

which way please?

 
She looked me in the eye like I was blabing or something.
Unpleasant expressions disfigured her face just as I was done
asking my question. 

24 jules street?! Like I'm a map or what?! Dude walk along! 
That I'm sure was what she said. 

I'd learnt from experience, a hand full of the good looking
ones speak in English, the old speak French.
All around unfortunately, there was no match and I could 
only wait for luck to glow. 
Temperature was below zero, my warmth was fast decreasing.
The wind was so cold it could pierced through my soul, and 
how much longer before I froze began to bother me. 

I'm sure you don't know what happens when you feel 
something you can't express?
Or what happens when you want something you can't ask for?
Or exactly how it feels when all you don't know is the very 
bit you just need?

Well, English was just not good enough to construct a simple 
sentence that meant the very intent of my heart.
I was in Prague. Lost